Lord Of The Wolves

Dancing Under The Red Sky Of Our Tomorrow

Swift and curt. Jungkook dances when he fights. His skirt ruffles through the winds, whistling lowly in its ever-adamant pace. Taehyung follows behind with great precision, eyes locked on its target. It's not as if this battle has been a common occurrence in the household, because truthfully, Jungkook has never been the one to provoke nor invite duels. 

He does well on training and performing sword tricks by himself, goes on his merry way to venture around the valleys and trails after the scented bloom of coming spring -mounted on a proud steed with his humble clothing. But he tends to keep said practices in mind- as if hidden as a wild card that reveals itself at the very last moment of the climax.

For Taehyung, that principle exudes both great and unwanted consequences.

Harsh but agile. That's how Taehyung would counter the other's movements, fast to return the attacks with just as much (or perhaps even doubled) in force. He does not back down, does not pave a way for Jungkook to pick up on his vulnerable offenses -Taehyung is more than aware not to lower his defense, to go leaden with his attacks. Because nothing is easy when it comes to Jungkook.

The loud smack of ice proves his point. Taehyung hisses at the retaliation. There's not an ounce of rest for the both of them.

"You better not take this too lightly!" Jungkook demands, sweeping up air from the back of his palm and slashing them across Taehyung's abdomen. The man clenches, bedazzled by the unexpected turmoil that the omega leaves with his element.

"I'm doing anything but -" he lets his fire speak for him, throwing flames of angry red.

Jungkook squeals at the attack, squirming slightly at the steam that blows off of his tainted sleeves. He then creates a murky tone to surround himself with, bits of ice layers shedding itself a new skin every time Taehyung breaks through each blocks with his blasting fumes. 

They danced gracefully in air, hearts thrilled to the beat of every punch thrown and kick sent. It makes the battle relentlessly amusing, forming a lightning in the clear sky like a brewing storm. The crowds could only gape at them, their cacophonous cheering landing bets on every bead of sweat swatted. With every strike that blows, the payments double - some in favor of the other and few not so delighted by the turn of events. 

The rhythm of the fight stops abruptly when Jungkook catches his foot at a nearby branch, twigs poking ceaselessly around his ankles. It makes him stumble backwards.

"Seems like you're the one taking this fight too lightly," Taehyung revels in the opening, fast enough to hightail out of his original position and onto the next stance. He flexes his leg, inching forward before dropping a flaming kick on Jugkook's chest. And though the younger is cognisant to a fault, he fails to manage the impact and finds himself tumbling down the ground.

"Shut up." Jugkook grits his teeth, he stands again and punches the ground -a trail of piercing ice catapulting him back into the air. Taehyungs groans at his sudden attack, three bursts of air aiming at his neck and shin. He falls just enough however, levelled under the foundation of ice Jugkook uses as support to stay afloat- and elicits fire after fire to decimate the coldness into oblivion.

"Darn you!"

"Now, now love - no hard feelings?" Taehyung grunts, affected by the hard glare Jungkook gives him in return.

The man gains his momentum yet again, posture upright and readied, but is accosted with Taehyung's thunderous assaults. It bounds him back to the ground almost instantly. With such a tempestuous competition, both vying for that glowing pride, no one is certain about the results.

"Give up already!" Jungkook whines out, calling upon a hoard of glassy shards towards his brother's direction. Taehyung dodges quickly, leaping three branches backwards with knees spread straight.